Chapter 970: Anthony, You Bastard!
Jane was shocked by Anthony's shamelessness.
"Does 'ex-boyfriend' even count as a title?" Anthony asked.
"Coffee, sandwiches and burgers all make you gain weight," Anthony tried to reason with Jane using her own logic.
Jane gave a sarcastic smile. "It's not like you have to look at me. Whether I gain weight or not has nothing to do with you, Mr. Clark."
"Hungry?" Anthony asked, changing the subject.
Jane, with a look of utter disdain, ignored Anthony.
"There is mung bean powder on your bed. According to Aurora, it might be Shirley's doing," Anthony said, looking at Jane's puffed-up face, feeling the urge to pinch her cheeks.
His fingers twitched at his side, but he managed to restrain himself.
"Shirley?" Jane frowned. "How would she know I'm allergic to mung bean powder?"
Jane found this hard to believe. This was also what Anthony found suspicious
"She's coming to the hospital later. Are you going?" Anthony poured Jane a cup of boiled water.
"Not drinking," Jane said impatiently. She only wanted iced coffee. "Why did you call her here?"
It was clear that even if Shirley came, she wouldn't come to Jane's room. She'd probably go to Aurora's.
Before Jane could finish asking, she already had a guess in her mind, ‘To find out the truth and get revenge for me?’
"Making friends with the enemy isn't your style." Besides, Jane had gone into shock and nearly lost her life because of this. It wasn't a trivial matter.
Jane closed her eyes to rest. "So what can a powerless and bedridden person like me, who can't even get a cup of coffee, do to her?"
"Jane, you're an adult. When you're sick, don't you know what you should and shouldn't eat?!" Anthony shouted.
Jane opened her eyes, glaring at Anthony. "Anthony, how dare you lecture to me? My self-awareness is that I eat whatever makes me happy!"
Acute allergic reactions came on quickly and left fast. Jane could be discharged after her afternoon check-up. There was no issue of what she should or shouldn't eat.
Anthony was both amused and exasperated by Jane's unreasonable logic, unable to find a rebuttal.
Jane had always been like this.
"Get out of here. Seeing you annoys me. I'm not going. Anyway, I, as a fallen socialite, have no one to back me up," Jane thought, trying to get Anthony to leave so she could figure out a way to get some coffee.
"I'll back you up," Anthony said.
"What?" Jane thought she had misheard.
Anthony repeated, "I'll back you up. Are you going?"
"Got it. I’m not going." Jane had no desire to see Aurora, Ann, or Shirley.
"I'll give you an explanation for this." Anthony nodded and walked out.
Jane thought, ‘I do care whether you give me an explanation or not, and what kind of explanation is given, but I don't want to get involved with you.’
As Anthony reached the door, he suddenly turned back, catching Jane's hopeful look. It was as if
the look of a student waiting for the proctor to leave so they could cheat.
"Jane, I forgot to tell you that my people are stationed outside. Without my permission, anything that shouldn't be delivered will not get in."
It meant the snacks and junk food Jane was craving.
This had been Jane's problem since childhood. While others lost their appetite when sick, she craved junk food.
"Anthony, you bastard!" Jane, in a fit of rage, threw a pillow at him. Anthony raised his arm, caught the pillow with a backhand, and placed it on the sofa by the door.
Jane was fuming, completely missing the slight smile on Anthony's lips.
"Ms. Watkins, your lunch is here." Soon after, Clint knocked and entered, pushing a food cart.
"I didn't order it. Take it away." Her refusal was a veiled protest against Anthony.
Clint was unfazed, because Anthony had specifically instructed him before leaving to deliver the meal regardless of Ms. Watkins' reaction.
"Ms. Watkins, this is the nutritious soup with a sweet taste and fresh fish. This dry-fried lobster is also delicious. Mr. Clark specially ordered it for you. This vegetable is exceptional, made with a soup simmered for sixteen hours and the freshest organic greens..."
As Clint spoke, he uncovered each dish, letting the rich aroma fill the room.
Jane interrupted him, "Clint, when did you switch careers to become a food server?"
"Ms. Watkins, would you like to try some?" Clint quickly added before Jane could refuse. "These are all made by Billy."
"Billy?" Jane sat up, showing some interest.
Clint knew this Jane’s reaction would be like that. As soon as Anthony left Ms. Watkins' room an hour ago, he contacted Billy to arrange her lunch.
Clint was well aware of Anthony's possessiveness. Given his good relationship with Jane, he didn't dare serve her directly. He placed the dishes on the table, waiting for Jane to help herself.
Hearing that the dishes were all made by Billy, Jane tried a bit of everything.
"Ms. Watkins, there's also some juice," Clint offered, handing her the juice. "I heard you wanted coffee, but juice is much better."
Jane shot Clint a cold look, saying, "Coffee is always better than juice."
Her expression implied Clint to shut up.
The Lopez family received a call from Ann. Though Ann didn't specify the issue, the fact that she didn't mean it was serious.
The Lopez family rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Shirley's mother, Donna, initially thought Shirley had gone to the Clark family and somehow caused the pregnant Aurora to end up in the hospital. But upon further questioning, she realized it was Jane who had an incident, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ms. Lopez, did you enter Ms. Watkins' room yesterday?" Sadie, Ann's maid of honor and a significant figure in the Clark family, was the perfect person to ask at this moment.
"So what if I did? It's just a guest room. Doesn't being a guest mean I can enter? I'm a guest too," Shirley admitted without hesitation. "What happened? Jane doesn't like others entering her guest room and wanted to make a fuss?"
Donna was very displeased by this. "Mrs. Clark, are you seriously going to make an issue because my daughter just entered a guest room while she was a guest at your house?"
Donna emphasized "guest" and "guest room" to highlight Shirley's status as a guest at the Clark family and to remind them that it was just a guest room, not a particularly private space.
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